From Hell's heart, I stab at thee. For hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee....
As I predicted, today was just one of those days and it came to a head after I left the office to go over to one of our other locations to install security cameras with the CG. About 4:40 or so I start getting insane calls on my cellphone from this one bitch at the office whom I was formerly friends with. It got to the point where I turned the phone off because I was having a discussion about work stuff with my boss in the car.
Then he gets a call from the V.P. Manwhore. For whatever reason, as the phone is on speaker over the car radio we do not reveal to him that I am sitting in the car. He needs to code to get into my office because this woman from Florida showed up today and she needs her new laptop. I have had the laptop in my possession for the greater part of three months and was told she would be "coming in" but I was never told when this was going to happen. Apparently, it was to happen today after 4:30.
The Manwhore goes off on a tangent about how they have been "trying" to get a hold of me on "all" my cellphones and they are going into voicemail. His tone is very curt and annoyed. The CG says he is on his way to meet me at the other office right then and he could ask me about the laptop. When I get to the office, I get a call from this other woman there I am friends with and she apologizes to me profusely, which begins to get annoying. I tell her where the machine is and then ask her to ask the V.P. if there was any chance at any point he could have told me this woman was coming in today.
She proceeds to tell me both the V.P. and the Mafioso were in the H.R. department cursing my name to high heaven, dropping F-bombs like they were going out of style about the fact that they needed this laptop and I was not answering my phone and was not instantly accessible to them.
And that, my friends, is really the nature of the beasts. This ten headed, twenty-horned dragon at the place where I work. I am sure most people would say management everywhere is like this. But, I must argue that I am in a unique situation here. And never once; not in one billion millennia would either of those little-dicked, ego-centric pieces of shit ever for a second consider that they were at fault for this. That one of them could have sent an email or otherwise informed me ahead of time that this wench was coming in for her machine. One simple email could have alleviated annoyance and anxiety for a dozen people.
Nope. Not for a second would either of them considered that the only ones at fault were them. Instead, I am the incompetent fuck. I am the asshole who has once again failed to do his job. I am the one who has no dedication to the company. I am sure they were thanking the maker I was leaving after this incident.
And after this incident, let me tell you, I am more overjoyed than ever to be going. They only continue to reassure me that I am competent. I am capable. I do a good job. And I do it right. By measuring myself and my abilities next to their incompetence and their inability I see just how much I should have faith in myself.
To think that this business exists where they treat their employees like sub-human garbage, not worthy to even be spoken to with respect or decency. To think that there was a time when I really believed what they said about me. I believed I was nothing. I believed it because of them. And now to see how far I have come and to see the confidence I have somehow found; in no small thanks to the CG who helped to show me that I was not useless. That I was beyond any level of competence the shithole I was working at could possible appreciate or afford. That I was valuable enough for him to incorporate into his livelihood. That right there says it all.
Sure, right now I want some kind of revenge. I'd love to take the tail end of a hammer to each of those bastards backs and make thong underwear from the skins of their faces. I'd love to see the company be seized from them by the government and them in jail and their families all destitute and poor and eating from garbage cans. I'd love to feast on the cold dish of revenge. It is very cold... in space.
But, all I can do is get through to Friday, and it will all be over. If there is one but of optimism I can be allowed about my new job, that will not compromise me or jinx anything, it will be that I can be assured to be treated like a human being "with a little dignity and a little respect".
Fuck those ever-living pieces of donkey shit. Fuck them raw, down to the depths of Hell.
I win you fucks. I WIN!
Then he gets a call from the V.P. Manwhore. For whatever reason, as the phone is on speaker over the car radio we do not reveal to him that I am sitting in the car. He needs to code to get into my office because this woman from Florida showed up today and she needs her new laptop. I have had the laptop in my possession for the greater part of three months and was told she would be "coming in" but I was never told when this was going to happen. Apparently, it was to happen today after 4:30.
The Manwhore goes off on a tangent about how they have been "trying" to get a hold of me on "all" my cellphones and they are going into voicemail. His tone is very curt and annoyed. The CG says he is on his way to meet me at the other office right then and he could ask me about the laptop. When I get to the office, I get a call from this other woman there I am friends with and she apologizes to me profusely, which begins to get annoying. I tell her where the machine is and then ask her to ask the V.P. if there was any chance at any point he could have told me this woman was coming in today.
She proceeds to tell me both the V.P. and the Mafioso were in the H.R. department cursing my name to high heaven, dropping F-bombs like they were going out of style about the fact that they needed this laptop and I was not answering my phone and was not instantly accessible to them.
And that, my friends, is really the nature of the beasts. This ten headed, twenty-horned dragon at the place where I work. I am sure most people would say management everywhere is like this. But, I must argue that I am in a unique situation here. And never once; not in one billion millennia would either of those little-dicked, ego-centric pieces of shit ever for a second consider that they were at fault for this. That one of them could have sent an email or otherwise informed me ahead of time that this wench was coming in for her machine. One simple email could have alleviated annoyance and anxiety for a dozen people.
Nope. Not for a second would either of them considered that the only ones at fault were them. Instead, I am the incompetent fuck. I am the asshole who has once again failed to do his job. I am the one who has no dedication to the company. I am sure they were thanking the maker I was leaving after this incident.
And after this incident, let me tell you, I am more overjoyed than ever to be going. They only continue to reassure me that I am competent. I am capable. I do a good job. And I do it right. By measuring myself and my abilities next to their incompetence and their inability I see just how much I should have faith in myself.
To think that this business exists where they treat their employees like sub-human garbage, not worthy to even be spoken to with respect or decency. To think that there was a time when I really believed what they said about me. I believed I was nothing. I believed it because of them. And now to see how far I have come and to see the confidence I have somehow found; in no small thanks to the CG who helped to show me that I was not useless. That I was beyond any level of competence the shithole I was working at could possible appreciate or afford. That I was valuable enough for him to incorporate into his livelihood. That right there says it all.
Sure, right now I want some kind of revenge. I'd love to take the tail end of a hammer to each of those bastards backs and make thong underwear from the skins of their faces. I'd love to see the company be seized from them by the government and them in jail and their families all destitute and poor and eating from garbage cans. I'd love to feast on the cold dish of revenge. It is very cold... in space.
But, all I can do is get through to Friday, and it will all be over. If there is one but of optimism I can be allowed about my new job, that will not compromise me or jinx anything, it will be that I can be assured to be treated like a human being "with a little dignity and a little respect".
Fuck those ever-living pieces of donkey shit. Fuck them raw, down to the depths of Hell.
I win you fucks. I WIN!